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“You texted her to come out here,” I point out.
“Thank you, Evan. I appreciate the ‘I-told-you-so.’”
An older woman is walking past our table, and she draws up short. “Finley Anderson! I didn’t know you were back in town.”
“Hi, Eleanor,” Finley says, giving the woman a tight smile. “Yes, I’m working at my dad’s firm for a few months.”
“I heard you failed the bar exam,” Eleanor says, making a clucking sound. “Poor dear. Is this your boyfriend?” She eyes me with bold curiosity.
“Hi, I’m Evan Young.”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Finley says, loudly enough to draw the eyes of diners at the table next to us.
“Then you should meet my nephew, Beauregard. He’d be perfect for you. Do you remember him from school?”
“Yes, I remember him. Thanks, but no thanks, Eleanor.”
“Well. That’s a shame.” Eleanor frowns at Finley, then smiles at me. “Nice to meet you.”
“You as well.”
When she walks away, Finley reaches for my bourbon glass, lifts it to her lips, and drains it. “What’s in this fake dating for me?”
I blink. I didn’t think she was going to agree to my proposition. “I’ll help you study for the bar.”
“I need more than that.”
If I wasn’t so desperate to make partner and intrigued by Finley and, hell, let’s be honest, picturing how amazing she would be in bed, I might be more than a little offended by that. “It will keep the locals from trying to matchmake you.”
“True. Then again, half the locals think I can put curses on people and would be terrified to set me up with their precious men.”
It suddenly occurs to me what Finley wants. “I can help everyone in Honeysuckle Harbor see you for the successful, intelligent, grown-ass woman that you are.”
Her head tilts slightly. “Now, that is something I can get behind. You have a deal.”
She reaches across the table to shake my hand.
“Besides,” I tell her. “We’ll have a good time.”
The minute our fingers touch, we both feel it—an electric jolt of attraction.
Finley immediately drops my hand. “I really can put curses on people, you know.”
“That sounds like a story for another drink.” I raise my hand for the server, fighting the urge to smile.
Fake dating Finley is going to be fucking fun.
CHAPTER 5
Finley
I can’t geta good read on Evan Young.
He’s a little bit nerdy, definitely intelligent, and a whole lot of easy-to-be-around.
Plus, he’s pretty. He makes heads turn, both male and female. He wears his suit to polished perfection, has a charming smile, and has polite manners that have the OGs in Raw eating out of his palm.
I may have had one too many martinis, but after we agreed to fake date, the conversation with Evan has flowed readily and has been entertaining. We enjoy the same music, movies, views on life in general and marshmallows specifically—absolutely disgusting—yet there’s something I can’t put my finger on.
